4 March 2021http://www.humanthoughts.org/hope.htm© Huw Powell
hope

what fragile scheming
man
is this

who with dark wings
attempts to fly

how deeply runs the
river
of blood

upon which we sail
tonight

and this souless
abyss

once an eddy gleaming
shone

and on through loss and suffering
and every daily mediocre living crime

once or twice the
light
shines free

and man reinvents
humanity

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